option one Grogginess never improved a situation. Waking to the soft crinkle of a hospital gown under harsh fluorescent lights had started the day off poorly enough. The heavy, muddled feeling that settled into her bones just exacerbated her irritation. It wasn't long before each little ache and scrape seemed to mount and the quaint little hospital room she woke up in shrank around her like some sterile death trap.
It certainly didn't help that the all too doting staff kept brushing aside questions and assertions with soft, dismissive niceties. All in all it was a wonder (and testament to the patience of the staff, really) that the hospital kept her as long as it did, but a string of stubborn insistence and a sour mood eventually convinced her captors -- no, her caretakers, wasn't it -- to let her go. In the end she barely waited for directions to the sheriff's office.
Somewhat wobbly, Avari nevertheless strode down the street with a determined... limp? One she couldn't recall acquiring, either. Not that she remember the circumstances around the fresh, jagged scar that cut across the right corner of her mouth, or any of the still healing scrapes resulting from "the accident," but the limp seemed especially curious given how old the scarring on her knee seemed. Still, the elf was more interested in considering her surroundings than comparing the small handful of memories she had to the sea of those she couldn't grasp.
Green eyes scanned the town around her as she walked, the thick red braid of her hair tapping in time against her shoulder. Something about the buildings seemed wrong, too precise and bizarrely colorful, but she dismissed these feelings as underlying uneasiness from the amnesia. Or tried to. Nevertheless, the elf changed direction as soon as her gaze settled on a person, and quick steps carried her over directly.
"Oi, you there. What's your name, eh?" Nevermind that she was wearing just a hospital gown and slippers.
option two It appeared that Avari was scrutinizing the faint boot prints she had crouched over. In truth, her knee had nearly given out when she had attempted to stand, and she was giving it a moment to recover before she made her second awkward attempt. There were signs of struggle here, broken branches and fibers that might have once been cloth, but try as she might she couldn't pick up a trail that went anywhere.
At last, huffing her frustration, Avari pushed herself up to stand, wincing as her weight shifted onto the bad knee. Rubbing it briefly, the elf at last straightened, hooking her thumbs through the worn leather breeches that didn't quite seem to fit with the clothes she'd seen her neighbors(?) wearing. The green button down shirt seemed commonplace enough, but the breeches, even the boots, didn't quite fit.
Flicking her long braid back off her shoulder, Avari shifted to follow the clearest trail of footprints once more, but this time she didn't stop when they became indistinct and vanished. Instead, she carried on at a cautious but leisurely gait. The subtle wave of fatigue that stole over her didn't even give her pause, at first. Given her injuries after "the accident," some amount of fatigue was to be expected. However, when it grew worse instead of subsiding, she trailed to a halt, squinting into the distance.
Was that a building? Or a wall at least? Despite the fatigue and the warning bells that it set off, her curiosity galvanized her, and Avari picked up the pace as she walked toward the wall.
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Avari | Original
Grogginess never improved a situation. Waking to the soft crinkle of a hospital gown under harsh fluorescent lights had started the day off poorly enough. The heavy, muddled feeling that settled into her bones just exacerbated her irritation. It wasn't long before each little ache and scrape seemed to mount and the quaint little hospital room she woke up in shrank around her like some sterile death trap.
It certainly didn't help that the all too doting staff kept brushing aside questions and assertions with soft, dismissive niceties. All in all it was a wonder (and testament to the patience of the staff, really) that the hospital kept her as long as it did, but a string of stubborn insistence and a sour mood eventually convinced her captors -- no, her caretakers, wasn't it -- to let her go. In the end she barely waited for directions to the sheriff's office.
Somewhat wobbly, Avari nevertheless strode down the street with a determined... limp? One she couldn't recall acquiring, either. Not that she remember the circumstances around the fresh, jagged scar that cut across the right corner of her mouth, or any of the still healing scrapes resulting from "the accident," but the limp seemed especially curious given how old the scarring on her knee seemed. Still, the elf was more interested in considering her surroundings than comparing the small handful of memories she had to the sea of those she couldn't grasp.
Green eyes scanned the town around her as she walked, the thick red braid of her hair tapping in time against her shoulder. Something about the buildings seemed wrong, too precise and bizarrely colorful, but she dismissed these feelings as underlying uneasiness from the amnesia. Or tried to. Nevertheless, the elf changed direction as soon as her gaze settled on a person, and quick steps carried her over directly.
"Oi, you there. What's your name, eh?" Nevermind that she was wearing just a hospital gown and slippers.
option two
It appeared that Avari was scrutinizing the faint boot prints she had crouched over. In truth, her knee had nearly given out when she had attempted to stand, and she was giving it a moment to recover before she made her second awkward attempt. There were signs of struggle here, broken branches and fibers that might have once been cloth, but try as she might she couldn't pick up a trail that went anywhere.
At last, huffing her frustration, Avari pushed herself up to stand, wincing as her weight shifted onto the bad knee. Rubbing it briefly, the elf at last straightened, hooking her thumbs through the worn leather breeches that didn't quite seem to fit with the clothes she'd seen her neighbors(?) wearing. The green button down shirt seemed commonplace enough, but the breeches, even the boots, didn't quite fit.
Flicking her long braid back off her shoulder, Avari shifted to follow the clearest trail of footprints once more, but this time she didn't stop when they became indistinct and vanished. Instead, she carried on at a cautious but leisurely gait. The subtle wave of fatigue that stole over her didn't even give her pause, at first. Given her injuries after "the accident," some amount of fatigue was to be expected. However, when it grew worse instead of subsiding, she trailed to a halt, squinting into the distance.
Was that a building? Or a wall at least? Despite the fatigue and the warning bells that it set off, her curiosity galvanized her, and Avari picked up the pace as she walked toward the wall.
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